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Cage – Nothing Left to Say [prod. El-P]

I wanted to drop this new Cage record off that Pitchfork premiered earlier today. He hasn’t dropped an album since 2005’s Hell’s Winter but he hasn’t lost a step in his evolution in my opinion. This record [reportedly a response to a dead friend] is exactly where I hoped he would progress into music wise. Instead of my rants though, here’s what Pitchfork had to say…

Cage isn’t rapping about scalping motherfuckers anymore, and he’s lost a certain devil-may-care shock-rap joyousness in his transition to freaked-out adulthood. But “Nothing Left to Say” still drips with catharsis, partly because of Cage’s own spittle-flecked intensity but mostly because of El-P’s beat, which starts out as an ominous synth-tone wobble and turns into a disorienting industrial clatter. If and when Shia LaBoeuf ever gets around to making that Cage biopic he’s been kicking around for a while, this one might soundtrack some sort of hitting-rock-bottom montage.